[A normal person would probably hightail it out of this shop around this point. Fortunately, Childe is the furthest thing from normal. The nonchalance makes him laugh, which, he knows, is a surefire way to make the attackers assume he's an accomplice of some kind--but that's fine. If they knew who he was, they'd be assuming much worse. Most of it would even be true.]

Nothing quite like a live demonstration to prove the point! [The space is too narrow for him to use his own preferred weapons, so instead, he picks up the other dagger, flinging it with a flick of his wrist directly at the other goon. I also wish he would miss horrendously and look like a moron, but unfortunately, he is also highly competent... disgusting. The dagger embeds itself in the second goon's shoulder, almost concerningly deep for such a throw.] But they work in a pinch. Maybe a price reduction? Ah, but I don't know how much haggling Fontanians are used to. I've heard they're quite stubborn here.

[Meanwhile, two men are angrily bleeding all over the floor.]